Essence Traces of regret, bits of dreams

[11-11 23:27] \ What cannot be grasped is the fleeting time; what cannot be forgotten is the passing figures! On bustling streets, amidst surging crowds, under the silent sky, and cold fireworks! Dreams are held in the heart, seeming to have a hint of dissolution, like the youthful years brushing past your shoulder, beautiful yet unattainable! \ Dreams scatter beyond form, seemingly becoming habit, like fireworks blooming in the sky, a long silence only for that brief, brilliant burst, eventually dissipating into the air! \ The flowing water in the river still flows, and the surface tranquility always gives people peace of mind! But who can understand the turbulence within! \ The winter wind always makes one feel bleak; although it lacks the scattered red leaves of autumn, only when you see branches broken under the weight of snow, the deep and shallow footprints on the snow, the endless sea of silver, will you truly feel the essence of winter and understand the warmth of spring! The warmth of spring is gentle, somewhat like slowly boiling a frog in warm water, unknowingly bringing one fully into it, enjoying this warmth! \ Sometimes I wonder, does all devotion have to be as intense as summer? Personally, I prefer the kind of quiet devotion in spring! If we are to judge whether a person treats another well, it is not by how much you gain, but by how much they have given to you! \ Sometimes, thinking and thinking leads to confusion, unable to distinguish right from wrong. I don't like analyzing too deeply, so I always turn my face away and stop thinking! Yet every time, I turn back again, looking up at the night view outside the window: the bright moon in the sky or the scattered stars, appearing somewhat monotonous in this vast sky, but it doesn't matter, the heart is not monotonous! \ Amidst this abundance of blooming flowers, sometimes I can't find a home for myself; at home, I can't stand even a bit of my mother's complaints, though I don't know why, I know in my heart I shouldn't feel that way! Arriving at school, I feel waves of unfamiliarity, like the snail trying to climb the grape trellis, spending a lifetime, yet still unable to reach the destination, staring at the boundless future until death! \ The silence in the wind, the crying in the rain! Condensing into every gaze! \ Words left unspoken, tears wanting to flow! These are my pains and sorrows! \ This life like a dream! \ The streets extending in all directions lie before my eyes, seemingly trying to lead me into this maze, I smiled!The surging crowd brushed past me, and I silently watched them come and go!
The sky had no stars, nor a bright moon, but the streetlights stretched my shadow long!
The sound of fireworks always comes slower than the fireworks themselves; I don't know how many people are watching the brilliant fireworks just like me!
Once again, I hear my mother's reminder: 'Child, it's time to get up.' A new day has arrived, without bright sunshine, only my lazy responses and a spirited beginning!